SERVICE INDUSTRY: A Triad, Part 1

Setting: Posh, yet seedy restaurant. Mirrored walls smeared with fingerprints. Lite rock plays softly in the background. The dining room is several degrees too cold to be comfortable and may or may not be called Crackers.

Players: Four middle-aged men in business suits. Waitress with nametag, "Grace".

Waitress: Anything else I can get for you gentlemen:
Men 1 and 3: (almost simultaneously) No thanks.
Man 2: Nope, we're fine.
Man 4: Actually could I get another Diet Pepsi?

Explanation of Sorts

Like many unpleasant and unnecessary things, this blog is a direct result of Goshen's Summer Baseball League. More specifically, the players in green uniforms.